Holland Deatri "Lovely. I'm guessing you noticed the pain about three months back and it fortunately doesn't have you lying on the ground unwilling to move. I'm going to have to remove the dead kidney," Dr Julius murmured as if taking a mental diagnosis of Holland. "Fortunately for you, I've brought my surgical kit. Unfortunately for him, he'll have to go through the surgery awake."
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Yea, yea, yea. No anesthetics are able to put me to sleep and no medications seem to work on me either. I've been through this twice already. Let's get it over with," Holland grumbled as the shackle around his ankle snapped open and he stood up, stepping easily between the bars.
"He's so blunt about things. I was informing him of the situation, Holland," Dr. Julius sighed.
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Unnecessary. It's not like he's buying me," Holland muttered with his arms over his chest.
"Alright then. Sheesh. Be glad I brought you something to eat."
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I'd rather die than have to be grateful to you. Everyone else keeps pushing me towards you when something's up so technically, I'm not grateful even now."
"Rude boy. Guard people, I'm going to need to borrow your office to fix him up. Go on in, Holland," Dr. Julius smiled as Holland stepped into the guard's office with him following just behind him. "Give me a few minutes and he'll be right as rain."
About twenty minutes later, Holland was coming out of the room and sliding his shirt down over a scar that seemed to be lightening up rather quickly and a scowl on his face. "He was reluctant to get it done, but now that it's over with and I force-fed him, he's perfectly fine. I just need to dispose of what's left of that kidney properly. Have a nice day, sir," Dr Julius purred, specks of blood dotted across his shirt. He started towards the door with his bag as if nothing had happened and Holland was back to sitting in his cage, resetting the shackle around his ankle.
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